Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Sällskapet,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.